Wizard's Wish - (Kinda) Yandere SGE x reader

Chapter 118: The Girl with No Past

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In The Forest Primeval
A School For Good And Evil

Two Towers Like Twin Heads
One For The Pure
One For The Wicked

Try To Escape You'll Always Fail
The Only Way Out Is
Through A Fairy Tale

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Y/n no longer wanted to kill the man she was about to marry.

Nor could she make sense of the fleeting thought that she'd wanted to kill him in the first place. From what she could tell, he was gorgeous, eloquent, nice, generous, and cocksure, just like a king should be. He was a Lion, and soon she'd be his Fox. She'd be the queen.

Not that she had the slightest clue how it had happened. The past was fuzzy now, her memories elusive. Any attempt to penetrate them spawned a spearing headache, as if there was an iron spike through her brain, before she'd jolt straight back to the present, the ache gone, as if she'd been born this second, again and again and again.
Efforts to recall why she'd ended up like this— a girl with no past— only brought on stronger pain, and it wasn't long before she stopped trying to find her memories all together.

All she knew was that she'd woken in this prim white dress, she had a white kitten, and tonight she would marry King Rhian, the Lion of Camelot, the keeper of Lionsmane, and savior of the Endless Woods. She'd have yet to have a moment with her betrothed: their only time together spent recording a spellcast, which she'd struggled to follow... about a brother gone rouge and rebels in the Woods, ending with her pledging allegiance to the Lion, her best friend, her husband-to-be, just as he'd instructed...

But even from this, she knew she loved him, body and soul. Sitting next to him, cat in her arms, she'd inhaled his frosty scent and basked in his tan glow, almost too perfect. Still, she couldn't help but almost feel like something was missing. Someone with big, bug eyes. Or maybe a girl with hair like spun gold. Or perhaps a boy with eyes as a warm sea. Possibly a boy with a weasel face. But the headache came back, stronger than ever, and then she forgot all about it.
When the spellcast finished, he stroked her cheek with cold fingers and gave her a snake-eyes smile: "See you at the altar, my sweet." Strangely enough Y/n had thought she would feel a flutter in her soul hearing such words. But nothing happened. Maybe love was not all which the story books said, if this is what love is.

Any girl would die to be in her shoes, wouldn't they? she thought now, powdering her nose in the queen's boudior and peering in the mirror at her diadem, a piece of jewelry which felt so familiar. And as she peered at it, she could almost remember something, she felt something. A kiss, warm and full of hope. Rhian must have kissed her when she gave it to her. She felt a bit guilty for not remembering it. She pet the cat in her arms, the cat she couldn't even remember the name of, but which she felt a strong connection to. She knew someone she cared for had given it to her, someone she wanted to help, someone she wanted to save. But who?

She looked down at the dress, which caressed her body. She had no inkling of where this dress had come from or who had made it, but now that she was about to convene with the Woods-wide press and answer their pre-wedding questions, she wished the dress was a bit different... maybe more of a dress suit than a full on gown, and maybe a dash of color—
On cue, the dress shape-shifted, as if her thoughts were commands, the skirt changed shape and became pants instead, while the sleeves and band around her waist changed color to f/c. On her neckline were also f/c butterflies made out of lace. Y/n hardly flinched. For something so strange, there was no surprise in the dress' magic, as if she'd had this happen before, but couldn't remember when, as if she'd had this happen before, but couldn't remember when.